Vacation is over *edit for tattoo

I just got back from vacation. I need a vacation from my vacation.

Before I even left for the airport my two sisters had me so furious I seriously considered not going. And it was all over how/when we were going to leave for a road trip to my grandmother’s house. Seriously. I sent them a group message telling them that this was MY vacation and that I was NOT going to put up with their crap, so they had better at least pretend to get along or I would go "Mrs. V" on their asses.

Then we get to the airport and our flight was delayed 4 hours. Yes…4. OH. MY. GOD. what a fucking nightmare. Luckily, my kid is awesome and held it together. We ended up having to buy a charger for the iPods/phones/pad because we packed ours in the suitcases (or so we thought…ended up we didn’t pack them at all).

We finally make it to St. Louis and crash at the hotel. We ended up leaving for my grandma’s house around 10 the next day. Pat stayed in St. Louis to go to his small town home coming.

While at my Grandma’s in Arkansas there was another tiff about who was staying at the hotel and who would be staying at Grandma’s. I was at the tail end of a cold so I put my foot down and said that I would be at the hotel with my daughter, and no…we would not be sharing a room. I needed rest.

We went to Hot Springs and went up the Observation Tower. It was awesome. I hate the glass elevator, but love being up at the top.

We were there for just a few days and then we drove back to St. Louis. Things seemed to be going just fine. We went to the zoo with the whole family. We hung out at my sister’s house. We went to the mall. We went to Chucky Cheese.

The sisters were supposed to go to a trivia night but one got a migraine and the other flipped out and yelled at me. Her flip out was so huge that her own daughter refused to go home with her (she’s only 6) and my kid started crying because she was scared. She stormed out and called a few minutes later asking if I still wanted to go and I said no. I refuse to surround myself with that kind of negativity.

Then she refused to go to Mackenzie’s birthday party the next day, unfriended me from Facebook, and sent flaming texts to my mom, other sister and brother about how she knows I hate her and would take my hatred out on her child and withhold her love from my daughter. WHAT THE FUCK EVER.

It’s her choice. I sent her polite and happy texts/pictures from the party and my wishes that she were there. I will remain the bigger and more positive person in this situation. She’ll have to get over it.

Kenzie’s birthday was at The Magic House in St. Louis. It was AMAZING and totally worth the money (and it was AFFORDABLE!)

Our wait at the St. Louis airport was much more on schedule (early even!). The flight was bumpy and nerve wracking because of the storms we kept having to dodge. I actually felt weightless at one point because we dropped altitude so quickly.

We are home now and I need a vacation from my vacation.

Totally forgot to mention that on Friday, before my sister freaked out, I visited the tattoo shop that did my first two tattoos. I was just going to get my elephant (my twin has one and I have one) and to price the update to my butterfly tattoo. Pat decided that it was with in the budget so I got two new tattoos! I got a tribal elephant and I added a cherry blossom branch to my existing butterfly. They are so awesome. The elephant was easy, but the cherry blossom branch hurt like hell at some points. It doesn’t hurt so much anymore right now, but it is tender and starting to get itchy. I’ll post pics here eventually.